Remote Viewing Defense Against Reptilian Aliens, Overlords of Human-Abducting Aliens
By Paul Schroeder
I used to firmly believe that we as predators, were at the very top of the food chain.
Then, others like me, who also claimed to be abductees, some of who I met through Budd Hopkins and his weekend house get- togethers many years ago, told me horror stories about some abductions.
They had seen on-board craft, a Mothman alien race, an ‘in-charge’ being who radiated rage and hatred.
This satanic, diabolical alien being was overlord of many alien races who abduct humans and who pilot UFOS.
Muscular, winged, sentient, highly technological, upright standing to seven feet tall, monitor lizards governed large craft; reptilians who looked upon us as we fancied veal violated our World’s airspace every night…
These abductees had even gleaned what reptoids regular diets consisted of..
Just as bad or even worse there was a spiritual/supernatural element, an ethereal placement of young reptilians along human abductees spinal chords for aural feasting; they trespass inter-dimensionally as well and tamper with our energies that extend there.
When these inter-dimensional cloaked unseen creatures violate and intrude within our aural/psychic energies, free-floating waves of anxiety blossom, the human soul’s natural reaction to intrusion; ask any psychic medium.
That explained why so many abductees had such horrid panic attacks and spinal issues, juvenile reptilian spinal attachments tamper with astral energies and cause somatic injuries..
Imagine a whole cityscape with most people walking around with an affixed juvenile reptilian attached upside-down to their spines; it lends a new meaning to a silent invasion.
It was a chilling story I was to hear repeatedly echoed.
Not unlike demonic activity, reptoids impose nightmares.
You know my ‘take’ on nightmares: they are imposed for attachment-energy-residence , to actually “dwell’, within the layered human psyche’s core image-nightmare scenario. Astral snakes and other astral wildlife, including greys seeking ‘sanctuary’, are found dwelling ‘behind’ such imagery, startlingly revealed, under hypnosis…
“Aliens” have long been on and involved with this planet, eons BEFORE mankind showed up in altered simian form, and cruel tactics required tampering with our DNA to create us, a naked ape crop to harvest, a simian race who knots neckties and who rides public conveyances.
After a lifetime of abductions and research I have gotten this hard fact from abductees who have actually had their questions answered by their abductors.
It re-framed correctly, at least to my mind, what the ulterior motive, purpose was behind many alien/mankind interaction/visitations.
We are a physical (and spiritual crop) to be harvested, as we do with lower Earth animal forms..
And I was angered to think how blind UFO sky-watchers and media, focus solely and simply on craft, as though some alien-Jedi-mind-trick was imposed, and nobody focused on the intent of alien occupants, within.
It puts one in mind of a Twilight Zone episode called,”To Serve Man”, which neatly summed up man’s importance in the galaxy as a mere condiment.
(Director of CIA, Admiral R.H. Hillenkoetter: “It is time for the truth to be brought out in open Congressional hearings. Behind the scenes, high-ranking Air Force officers are soberly concerned about UFOs. But through official secrecy and ridicule, citizens are led to believe the unknown flying objects are nonsense. To hide the facts, the Air Force has silenced its personnel.” p. 58, quoted from New York Times, February 28, 1960, p. L30)
But Budd Hopkins’ abductees meetings ascertained that older abductees should not worry as our flesh is become too tough, old and tainted with drugs, chemicals and age ; only our very young become simian veal, for reptilian palates.
It makes one want to change, to make an apparent moral decision and assume a vegetarian diet and not ever atavistically revert;
but we too have mouths intended by evolution, equipped with meat tearing incisors…..
Who Could Ever Imagine Such Creatures ?
My abduction recalls were of different entities, also masters of illusions, ones who tested me in mind-imposed scenarios, of moral dilemmas and survival values choices.
They calibrated souls and assessed minds with uncanny, telepathic images projected onto the mind’s visual screen (i.e. the optic lobe).
They were tall, white like a refrigerator, flat like a Gumby cartoon character and often, politely spoke mind to mind.
Years later, I saw a three foot tall juvenile reptilian entity, during a shower, under the spray, close up.
I saw it partially appear and then slowly vanish, like an elf, and it cocked its head at me sideways, birdlike.
I was at once both horrified and in awe, frighteningly aware of their parasitic, bottom-feeder UFO- creature reputation, gleaned from other abductees.
The adults were winged Mothmen, cat-like eyes, scaled and ceiling tall, all quite demonically possessed, and I wanted nothing, whatsoever, to imagine about them.
It was surmised by some in the UFO field, at Budd Hopkin’s abductee-house-meetings that Earth may well be a reptilian preserve matrix of time and illusion, a human-playpen-physical anomaly preserve, when compared to multiple reptilian created synthetic, astral worlds, elegantly designed to ‘house’ trapped human souls.
I have seen such astral prison realms during astral abductions and OBEs and it is not dissimilar to this ‘reality’, which if you pay strict attention, also sometimes ‘pixilates’..
I had stupidly (and recklessly) tried an energy experiment with my mind to control a UFO by remote viewing, a mind flexing field exercise to satisfy profound irritation for the copious nosebleeds, and nightmares sustained after abductions from devices inserted into my sinuses and mentally implanted ‘screen-memories’.
By virtue of the unexpected result, the semi- transparent appearance of a saurian monstrously tall reptilian in the center of my living room who radiated a loathsome palpable rage and hatred, shortly after I tried using this psychic technique, I determined that I would never alone try this mental exercise tool again,
However, a skilled ensemble TEAM, might, by contrast, bring this warrior marvelous results.
The unused power of our minds is part of the raw quantum physics of the universe> That energy potential has latent power, both miraculous and awesome, to be seen in this power flexing exercise.
The fact that it brought almost immediate retaliation against me underlines its potential efficacy.
Will You Attempt To Be as Foolhardy as I?
With eyes closed, I did visualize an alien craft, a disc-shaped or cigar-shaped large UFO, and ‘saw’ it perched, then flying above our planet high within our skies, many miles overhead.
I visualized all quadrants of a very large craft, filled with overlord reptilians and subservient greys, all busy at machinery.
I studied the tiers and levels of it in full detail for a full half minute.
Then, I visualized that a force from my mind sharply hit the ship and jarred the craft violently, tossed into another section of space, like a football, end over end.
Clearly, I saw it hurled across a short distance in space, at a tilted pitched angle and visualized all entities on-board now suddenly very startled and frightened.
Imagination, is a word that should be eliminated from our language.
I augmented this visualization and used a quick head tilt to accentuate the strong mental suggestion of the craft’s jump.
I totally forgot about this experimental exercise within an hour.
But then between me on the couch and my television set, a creature from a nightmare appeared and changed my life.
There are moments that define one’s life, moments that one says, ‘this was before that’, ‘this was after that’.
A Mothman-like reptilian, a winged scaled saurian being, ceiling-high, semi- materialized.
Without moving I was suddenly warmed; hatred surrounded me with menace as though I were near a hot radiator.
Its cat-like eyes radiated a palpable loathing and rage, which awed me rather than frightened me as I had lost my senses to surprise.
It was winged, ceiling-high and scaled, with webbing between brown claws.
It vanished after less than five seconds .
Later, days and weeks later in my life, that saurian vendetta surely and without question manifested a series of horrid and painful accidents which seemed later to underline the smoldering, tangible hatred and rage that it had radiated towards me.
In retrospect, those agonies and sudden misfortunes were not worth the risk of what was after all a very foolhardy experiment.
But I couldn’t help but wonder how merely one single human mind could be such a powerful weapon/tool, to control alien craft, that do indeed respond to powerful telepathic messages.
And I later also couldn’t help but wonder what more a highly skilled group of focused minds, an orchestra of minds in unison, might also be able to accomplish.
We are not, as mindless and as helpless against these vile creatures and their miracle machines, as everyone has thought …
Illustrations of reptilian aliens courtesy of
Linda Moulton Howe’s
DNA AS ALIEN NANO-TECH : DARWIN COULD NOT IMAGINE ALIENS
Biblical ‘dietary laws’ now reveal its owners’ tactics and true purposes, to harvest physically and spiritually, a better tasting and safer to eat harvest of humanity.After this horrid alien realization, any informed UFO researcher, must needs then become a vegetarian, for any moral and philosophical traction..
ALIEN MIND CONTROL DURING ABDUCTIONS
By Paul Schroeder
Relaxation techniques, slowly bought him to an altered state; under hypnosis, a series of subconscious motor reflexes, a twitch of a different finger cemented a conversation with the body, not the mind.
The thumb, indicated “Yes”, the middle finger, “No”, the pinky, “I (can’t) won’t answer”.
This technique would confront repressed fear, avoidance, or directives to forget, and allow direct conversation with the unconscious.
By hypnotic suggestion, the body would answer, meaningfully, even if one fell asleep.
Doctor : “Let’s begin; can we talk about his bad dreams?”
Priest: (film shows quick flash of thumb;) “Yes”…
Doctor: “Go back to the day the two puppets floated outside the window, and, below consciousness, recall what happened, that afternoon.
Show me that you begin by moving the “yes” finger, and the end of that recall by moving the “no” finger.”
Priest: (film shows “yes” and “no” twitches)
Doctor: “Good; started and ended. Is there any unconscious, additional information, the father has not remembered concerning that afternoon?”
Priest: (finger twitches quickly with the “yes” thumb movement)
Doctor: “What happened?
Priest: (increasing stress) “I don’t want to answer digit”, pinky, signal.
Doctor: “No? You don’t want to tell me? Fine, can you talk to me orally, tell me what you’re feeling?”
Priest: (more negative finger) Movements with agonized breath.
Doctor: “You refer to this as October, 2017.
Priest: Film records positive finger movement
Doctor: “Freeze the scene and see part in full frame; like a snapshot?
Is it okay?”
Priest: Film shows a “yes” twitch.
Doctor: “A still slide projected on a faraway screen; you’re up in the projection booth watching the father in the theater.”
Priest: “As I was looking through the window, the eyes looked back.
The eyes are not normal.”
Doctor: “Look closer; what else do you notice?”
Priest: “The face doesn’t have any teeth, it’s not a normal face. It’s gone, now.”
Doctor: “Feel the relief that the face is gone. Now I have a question for your unconscious to answer by finger movement.
Has any harm been done to the father during the faces’ presence?”
Priest: (records a quick “no” answer)
Doctor: “Now what happened, later, that night, when you felt, sensed something by your bed?
Priest: Head is shaking “no” and the finger movement is saying “yes”, softly; “They took my clothes”, sadly “They took my priestly vestments”.
Doctor: “Who did?”
Priest: Very agitated, legs twitching, shoulders twitching. His head shook on a negative reaction.
Doctor: “Is the “no” for then, or now? You keep shaking your head “no”.
Priest: “For now”.
Doctor: “You don’t want to talk about it?”
Doctor: “Do you want to remember it when you come out of trance?”
Doctor: “Do you want to remember it some other day?”
Doctor: “Below consciousness, I want to ask your hand some questions. ”
“Hand, in the course of that encounter, did the father leave the house?”
Priest: Thumb, positive finger response, “yes”.
Doctor: “Was he removed from the house?”
Priest: (another “yes” response)
Doctor: “Would it be all right for him to remember the things that happened?”
Priest: (an animated “no” response)
Doctor: “Without him reliving the experiences, would it be all right for him to remember what he saw?”
Priest: The little finger jumps repeatedly with “I don’t want to answer” response.
(Slowly, aloud) “I want to see what happened.”
Doctor: “Repeat that, please, say it again”.
Priest: “I want to see what happened”.
Doctor: “To avoid reliving; you do not have to relive the experience, speak of the priest as “He”, it is not you, but a picture”.
Silver and bright, the Moon, far to the left portion of the glass, also hangs suspended in a black nothingness..
Powerful awe, love, and wood -admiration, a godlike reverence of wood, flashes through his mind at the mirage of the intricate wood designed staircase, suspended in air.
Complex, gorgeous and lushly constructed, a staircase in multicolored woods, forces a religious awe, which courses through his brain to thrill him, a tsunami of reverent awe, for the dazzling wood patterns, the unknown artist-architect, overwhelms and distracts him, a gifted psychic tug attempt to get him to forget what he has seen outside of the craft’s window.
If you apply affable acumen, to this abduction entities realm, you might try to peer behind your ‘curtains’ for more answers, because work-horse small greys will oddly answer ANY query, you might pose to them, either in dream-scape or in real life consciousness, answers with alacrity, when one is in their nightly-bedroom-intruder cross-hairs..
If, for example, you ask: ” Who was I in my last lifetime?”, you will get a memorable vivid roller-coaster ride dream-scape answer, but one that might also be a deception; one must remain skeptical of such tampering entities,
entities who radiate omniscience, and proprietary demeanor.
I was psychically throttled in the womb, with my own queries, questions about their purposes and overall intent, cut off from asking, before I could frame the rehearsed queries.
And I sensed an air of strong anxiety from them, that such things, NOT be ‘discussed’..
I have always surmised that they wouldn’t be so very secretive, if they were up to anything remotely ‘good’..
(Author’s note: the title is from a Rodney Dangerfield routine..)
You have certainly heard it said, that in our lives’ destinies, “All IS WRITTEN”?
According to reputable and gifted psychics, our lives are carefully planned by our spirits, beforehand, that we assemble spirit helpers and spirit guides, in Heaven, to accompany us, long before we jump into another womb’s prenatal body, for yet another lifetime.
Life, they assure us, is a series of pre-programmed events staged with proscribed boons and travails, specifically designed to grow us spiritually closer towards God, a God who gives us myriad incarnations, to hone and perfect us.
Earth is our ‘school’.
Even a ‘deja vu’, a moment haunting in its odd feeling, that we’ve ‘ been ‘there’, before’, psychics say, is precisely such a specially pre-inserted moment, in our blueprint, a small odd- feeling- ‘bump’, in time, designed to remind us, unconsciously, that we are assessed perfectly aligned, with our pre-planned spiritual lessons, in that moment.
How, then, is one to understand spates of bad luck, that stubbornly seem to follow one throughout?
For some of us, and that includes me, day after day, week after week, awful little and large things happen in doses that nag at us, and seem to resist greater meaning.
The title’s male comedian, once complained:
“I have the worst luck all of the time; I have no luck at all.
If it wasn’t for bad luck, I wouldn’t have no luck at all!”:
I miss buses and oversleep appointments lose my wallet and keys, stub my toes, step in dog poo and bang my head underneath cabinets.
“Just yesterday, I woke up, got dressed, and a button fell off; I reached for a closet door and the knob came off!
I grabbed my suitcase, and the handle came off;…
I was afraid,… to go to the bathroom!…”
If it’s true, that “all is written”, how does one explain annoying and troubling
‘nothing is going right’ periods, that persist?
Many gifted psychics, privately affirm that since ,’all IS written’, awful bad luck events happen, by no accidents; aligned with spirit, bad luck, in a continuous line, is commonly backstage- orchestrated.
Large and small bad luck occurrences will happen everywhere, all at once, in one’s life, as a spiritual “sign”, an alert that one is sadly far from one’s prearranged spiritual path.
When one has strayed too far away from one’s Heavenly, towards God, pre-planned ‘blueprint’, self delineated in intricate fashion, bad luck will stubbornly continue to manifest.
Then, It’s no coincidence that you lost your wallet, spilled the coffee on the computer keyboard, stepped on the cat, had a bathroom pipe leak down onto the kitchen ceiling, got a flat tire and missed the train and that was only Tuesday!
“Nothing is going right!”, life malfunctions, reveal that something else LARGER at stake, down a long hallway, and somewhere else behind our ‘curtains’, is ALSO not right.
Bad luck in series, is the tyrannical effort of Heaven, specifically,
our spirit guides and spirit helpers, who are more than just trying to get our attention.
I can actually, at this point hear the known cynics and pernicious doubters yet again exclaim,”Your thesis, to me, personally, is just nonsense!”
What about those people who have one good luck event, after another good luck event follow them?
When one is on one’s correct preplanned blueprint’s spiritual path, ‘everything just seems to go right’?
If we are progressing correctly, according to “plan”, then all of the little confluences and connections in our life begin to seem to work, and series of fortuitous coincidences occur like perfect magic:
We catch the bus, right on time, we meet that person we were hoping to see, we gain hope and guidance automatically, from kind strangers, we find that misplaced thing we searched for, garner the needed finances that we sought ;
wonderful coincidences gather like flies at our mustaches.
Only when one is much too far from one’s self-set goals, does all Hell seem to break loose, everywhere and all at once, repeatedly.
Chronic and persistent ‘bad luck’ isn’t the ‘disease’ itself, but is instead an emergent ‘symptom’, of a disease.
But, can it be all that simple?
After learning this, minor constant misfortunes that never seem to end, rather than blindly depress you, will enlighten and cheer you, because it confirms that our path, is indeed a pre-planned path, and that, “Yes, Virginia, there really IS a Santa Claus,”
on ‘stage’, and ‘behind our curtains’.
Consistent negative synchronicities, are messages and bad luck events, now alert us that we are NOT up on our spiritual ‘toes’.
Am I being helpful to others or self-consumed and impish?
Am I forgiving, or nurturing grudges?
Am I consoling someone who needs consoling or am I, not wanting to ‘engage’, avoiding them?
Am I offering charity to someone in need, or cautiously sidestepping involvement?
Am I being supportive or judgmental?
Am I being loving or impatient?
The cessation of bad luck troubles, relies and depends on one’s spiritual shift- of -perspective, a recognition that will appeal to your spirit helpers and spirit guides.
Listen to something emotionally releasing, like taped wholesome standup comedy; laughing can reset brain chemical imbalances from angst and is a wholesome therapy, instrumental in stopping deepening fugue, about persistent bad luck events..
Large doses of laughter can jump start and stir the cheer of one’s lagging soul .
Essentially, one must recognize those backstage spiritual influences; a prayer for guidance and enlightenment is now tantamount.
Pray, IN THANKS to your spirit helpers and angels, who do a mostly thankless job, most often, and then, ask them for spiritual assistance.
Prayer, to be put back on the ‘right path’ will suffice, and then all at once, as though in answer, the confluent series of ‘ bad luck’ events will suddenly abate.
Then, be sure to react with love to the situations that next present themselves, to you.
“Why me?!” is always the wrong question.
“Why NOW?” is more apt.
Bad luck in a series of repeated events means that
we have missed the inner signposts of mercy and patience and forgiveness and are indeed far from our set spiritual goals at that moment in time.
Series of bad luck incidents in our lives are NO accidents .
“All is written” may sound facile and glib, but one’s spirit helpers can and will reach from behind the curtains of Heaven and appear almost tyrannical, as they attempt to fast turn one into another direction, like adjusting a human skillet frying pan by grabbing one roughly, by the handle…..
For we are not humans having spiritual experiences, but spirits, having human experiences.
“Bad karma”, emanates from spite, jealousy, anger, revenge, theft, greed and manifests in ‘unfinished spiritual lessons’ scenarios around those themes, throughout future incarnations.
THAT , is ‘bad karma’…
But, how to quickly end spates of bad luck incidents?
Prayer, with feelings only of gratitude, strongly helps to bring a message for the cessation of travails, until one’s head is re-screwed on, properly, to extend love, in all endeavors, to others..
“I think we consider too much the good luck of the early bird and not enough the bad luck of the early worm”
A tapping, delicately, on my back.
I am sitting up on a table, feeling gentle taps on my back, watching a series of images, myriad tables receding into infinity, like two mirrors facing each other.
Farmers milking cows; on each table, a person sits up and is examined by a small, slim, white, intent, fragile, large eyed creature.
Their fingers probe lightly, gently, purposely, like playing a piano.
They are milking Chakras or Kundalini nerve centers, seven along each person’s spine.
Their touches stimulate hidden DNA sequences as well as retrieve and store data and information along the length of the spinal chord, along a library of nerves.
A tapping, delicately, on my back.
Like ants milking aphids they spend careful time and effort, gently, delicately, fingering each spine in a long sequence of tables, like marionettes playing human harpsichords.
These manipulations of spinal nerves initiate secret, as yet unbidden DNA sequences, which dangerously age and disease and trouble the somatic body and mind of an abductee.
(After an incident my finger and toe nails had to be trimmed twice every day; early sequences causes acceleration of aging and growth of certain cells.)
There are horrible psychic and emotional results from activation of these spinal sequences too quickly, as well.
Inter dimensional leaking occurs and one senses other unworldly creatures and flirts with the beast of madness, itself.
Are we being programmed?
What is subtly being programmed, stored and retrieved In our spinal chords?
We are Manchurian candidates of stellar proportions.
Inter dimensional bleeding through into our dimension? Pranks predominate. Objects disappear to return days later in strange places, and there’s always a powerful sense of being watched by large eyes.
On a Tuesday afternoon in late June, I entered the back of the house, passed by enormous four foot wide, four foot tall flower pots, each weighing as much as a man, containing ten foot tall Canna plants, looking tropical in nature and in full bloom.
I opened the back door and entered the vestibule into the kitchen; I could not take another step.
Glancing backwards, over my shoulder, I saw that both enormous pots had been turned over.
The wide elephant, ear-like leaves and tall orange-red flower tops now bloomed sideways, sprawled to the ground, in a fraction of a second.
I became suddenly aware of a very untoward realization.
I would likely need entity removal and aura cleaning and protection, as in addition to this poltergeist nonsense, I was besieged with elements of telepathic attack: nightly evil nightmares, a sense of pervading anxiety and a confluence of accidents and surgeries.
And all these experiences AFTER my sightings of UFOs and recalling some abductions.
Presence of mind is our greatest weapon, the ridicule factor, is their best
Who, in one’s ‘right mind’ can one even discuss these things with?
Paper, is indeed, much more patient, than people.
Why did things get worse?
In deep despair and confusion, (the plants overturned, overwhelmed me with poltergeist shock that was so sudden and so profound), I stopped and prayed aloud for a spiritual sign.
Asks for a sign from God
“God, if there is a spirit world and it is real, and I can ask for protection, send me a sign: God, send me a white bird, up close and personal, in my face, on my window, as a sign.”
I put my whole heart and soul and angst into this prayer and minutes later, busy else where, I forgot it, as it promptly receded into the recesses of my mind.
The next day, on route to work, following the same path I always drive, I made a right turn, and high over the street of cars, I saw a cloud of some one hundred gulls, hovering, wheeling, circling overhead, as if attracted by garbage or a dumpster, although none was in evidence.
As I glanced up at the raucous flock, one white gull swerved to within an inch of my windshield, glossed passed and made eye contact with me.
It lasted maybe two seconds.
(Illustration by Matthew Whiting.)
Preoccupied with driving and having totally forgotten my fervent spiritual request from the night before, I drove on, momentarily startled, but dully unaware of it’s significance.
After a strenuous day at work I returned home, lit a prayer candle and began to voice again my special request for a sign when I remembered the morning gull.
I HAD asked for a white bird on my window, up close and personal.
Had I been given that sign the very next morning?
I decided to be skeptical but not cynical.
What would be a critical test?
I decided that If I saw any gulls in the area anywhere while in transit on the way to work for the next two weeks, I would know that it was a coincidence or a quirk of fate, not a sign that I asked for.
Repeatedly, in my minds-eye, I was haunted with an odd afterimage, a close up of the birds black beadlike eye.
Why was the black eye of that bird, which whizzed passed so fast, so fixed in my mind?
For two weeks, each day, I scanned the horizon and landscape for a sign of gulls hovering, as I believed a flock so large would certainly reappear somewhere.
I never saw one bird.
I decided that I had been given a wonderful sign and it has given me the courage and the confidence to feel protected in this fight against the unseen harassing entities.
Abductions and their remnant elusive memories have opened all this for Paul, a confirmed atheist, UNTIL Paul saw aliens float him out of his body, in his bed, at night.
Then, he knew that they were interested in an essence that he never suspected that he had, a nonphysical soul.
Our spiritual powers that interest and addict inter-dimensionals are the very powers that can be used to thwart further attacks.
They infect auras with attachments to themselves and ride the reincarnation roller coaster with human beings, as a sanctuary, to avoid the death that they fear and to steal the spiritual recycling that we have.
Souls are garnered, detoured from our natural spiritual evolution in Heaven.
These joyriding grays can be sinister, dis-corporate alien souls, stuck to our energies, who bring a new meaning to the concept of a silent invasion.
Spirits in beginning transition, vulnerable to being stolen by reptilian aliens to be recycled, or garnered by demons who collect souls like children do marbles, will often linger to stay close to us.
visiting a cemetery is moot, because the loving spirits of our dead travel with us there, and return from there, with us.
I recently had a very “odd in- your- face” encounter with a“Shadow Person.”
Sitting at my computer, writing long into the wee hours, the screen’s glow the only illumination in the room, I slowly became aware of a gradual peripheral movement alongside my right cheek, that moved forward into view, to emerge directly facing me.
What usually appeals to ‘holdouts’, is reminding them that nobody has spoken to them, or paid any attention to them, for a long time, except for me.